Hello everyone, this is my first story, so please support me. I am Rekha Desai, a 35-year-old North Indian housewife with a fair complexion and a figure of 36-35-40. My milky white breasts are the center of attraction, but my best feature is my butt, which is so big that every man would want to try it once. I have a husband and two kids, but my husband is now getting boring – he lasts hardly 30 seconds and has zero skills, hence I am unsatisfied.
This story is the beginning of me getting intimate with a group of roadside beggars. So, the story starts:
I go to buy groceries from the nearby market every day. And it was the monsoon season, with the time approximately being 2 p.m. I was wearing a black saree and a white blouse, which made my cleavage visible. I wasn’t carrying a bra, and to my surprise, it started raining. So, I decided to find a shed somewhere.
I reached a slum-like area, which smelled exceptionally bad. But since it was the only nearby shed, I had to stop there. As you might have already evaluated, my saree and undergarments stuck to my body, making it more arousing, with my nipples and pubic hairs visible. I never shaved because my husband never cared.
So, I stopped there. It was a partially running, bad-smelling area. I was wet, and when I looked around, I saw three beggars. All of them were drinking heavily. They were in the ugliest situation a man can be – rugged clothes, a mat, and a very dense, smelly beard. This situation made me feel pity for them. Out of kindness and humanity, I decided to give them some money since I was rich. In addition to kindness, there was some weird, strange attraction towards them.
I started walking, and as I was walking, my breasts were shaking heavily. I went near them and gave them each ₹100. With this, all three of them looked at me and said, “Thank you, miss.” I nodded and asked them what they needed.
Me: “Yahi nahin… agar apka mere se kuch or bhi chahiye ho, mein wo bhi dungi or apki job bhi lagva dungi apne pati ki company mein…” (Not just this… if you need anything else from me, I will give it to you, and I will also get you a job in my husband’s company).
Beggar replied out of hope, “Sab kuch dedogi jo bhi hum chahenge?” (You will give us everything we want?)
I replied, “Haan, but first, tell me how you people ended up this way.”
Then he started that they were three men who were once not so poor but, due to some circumstances, ended up this way. They once had sex with their wives every day, but they left them, and now all they do is drink and sleep.
I replied that they had such lean bodies; why didn’t they go and work to feed themselves? Then they said that their bodies were addicted to sex, and after this tragedy, they stopped getting it, which made their bodies completely useless.
I started getting more interested in the conversation and asked what the solution was. One of them said that the only solution is sex, which is very expensive, and they can’t afford it.
I teased them, since they were looking at my ass for hours, by asking why anyone would let them fuck them. They replied that they have exceptionally large and thick dicks.
I became interested, and something got into me – me, who never ever thought of sex with anyone other than my husband, and the cherry on top was the fact that I was very unsatisfied. I don’t know what got into me, but I said, “What if I help you guys resolve this issue?” I said while biting my lower lip.
After hearing this, they did something really wild. It was a partially running road where people used to travel; in that place, they stood and started rubbing my breasts. It made me really horny. I think they didn’t know the concept of kissing or something, since two of them grabbed my breasts, and one of them strangely started sucking my navel, which was clearly visible through my saree. I became really horny; I didn’t try to stop it but let the flow go with it.
But they were really way too much and straight forward; they stripped me in the streets. I felt ashamed and horny at the same time (it led to my interest in exhibitionism). But after doing this, I got onto my knees for the three of them and pulled away their messy and dirty joggers. They were smelling way worse than the gutter, but it somehow made me feel horny.
They had unwashed black dicks, which were at least 6.5 inches each – the biggest and thickest I ever saw. It had this piss smell; I made up my mind. Then I took one of their dicks in my mouth; when I smelled it, I felt like vomiting, but the size stopped me. I took his dick in my mouth; it had this smell of rotten bacon or vagina and the taste of rotten flesh with some bitter honey on top of it. And then I kissed it and started sucking it.
I took the other one in my hand, and then he started stroking me deep in my throat, where my husband never reached. It went in, and they came. And they also tea-bagged me, had me suck their dicks some more, and made me take their balls in hand and mouth, and vice versa. After about 15 minutes, all of them tingled for some time and sprayed a lot of cum on my face. I could barely see, and I ate it all like a nice bitch. With this, they were very tired, and I wore my saree.
This was my first taboo experience, but I really enjoyed a public blowjob. Few people came, saw, and filmed it, but I didn’t give a single fuck. And then, I went back home with the three of them, obviously…
TO BE CONTINUED.
